Chapter 21 #2
Electricity hums under my skin when she closes that last inch and kisses me. She makes a small sound that ends me. My body is on board with doing all of this right here, right now, but then I feel how cold her hand is when she hooks it behind my neck, and then I notice how icy her nose is.
I force myself to pull back and take her hands in mine, trying to warm them up. “You’re freezing.”
“I’m fine,” she says.
“Let me call and see if they have more blankets.”
She wrinkles her nose. “Okay.”
I hurry out of the blanket and smile when she pops her head out.
“Brr,” she says.
I call the front desk, and a woman answers this time. “So sorry your heater’s not working, sir,” she says when I tell her what’s going on. “I’ll come take a look and bring more blankets.”
“Oh, thank you,” I say, surprised.
There’s a knock on the door a few minutes later, and I open it to a woman almost as tall as me. She’s wearing a sweater, no coat, no gloves. She hands me a pile of blankets.
“I’m Birgitta. Let me see if I can get that heater running,” she says.
“Thank you,” I say, opening the door wider.
She comes in and gets out a few tools, muttering under her breath the whole time. I take the blankets to Juju and lay them over her, tucking the edges around her body until no air can get in. She grins up at me.
“Okay, I’m glad we have more brown blankets,” she whispers, checking to make sure Birgitta didn’t hear her.
I hold back a laugh and try to be helpful to Birgitta, even though she doesn’t need me––the woman is more than capable.
“I think I can get this working,” she says, her voice gruff but her eyes warm.
“Really? Oh, that’s good news. Thank you,” I say.
And within minutes, Birgitta straightens. “I think I’ve fixed it for now. Let me know if it dies again or if you need more blankets.”
We thank her profusely, and she tells us to have a good night.
I climb into bed next to Juju, careful at first not to undo all the tucking I did around her, but she slides her leg over, tangling it with mine.
“I’m glad you stopped,” she says, her chin resting on my chest as she looks up at me. “We could’ve been in trouble out there. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a storm that bad. And it’s so dark out there…”
“Good thing no one had to come tow us…”
“Jackson would’ve had a lot to say about that.”
I wrap my arms around her. “He would never let us live it down.” I sigh. “My mom would have a lot to say about this motel.”
She laughs softly. “Yes, she would. I miss her,” she says quietly.
“Me too. I can’t decide if I miss her more when things are bad or when things are good. Both, I guess. I want to tell her about it all.”
“She was the best listener,” she says.
“Yes, she was. And she’d definitely approve of us not lying directly on the bedspread or sheets.”
Juju laughs again, gentler now. “She’d also tell you that you’re a good man for stopping and that it was worth all the germs we might be inhaling just by breathing this air.”
I swallow around the lump in my throat and kiss the top of her head. “Then I’ll take it.”
She looks at me and sniffs. “Do you smell it anymore?”
“All I smell is your berry shampoo,” I say happily. “I have always loved the way you smell.”
“I’m learning all kinds of things tonight,” she says softly.
Our eyes lock, and we move toward one another at the same time.
Our mouths collide, and I forget why we ever stopped kissing in the first place.
She tugs me tighter and lets out a soft moan when she feels how hard I am.
All I have to do is look at her and I’m hard, so being this close is both sheer agony and the fucking best. I hitch her leg over my thigh and love the way she whimpers when there’s better friction.
She kisses the way she fights, the way she laughs, the way she cooks, the way she loves––all in.
And I can’t get enough. She rocks against me, and I feel like I might explode right here, right now.
I pull back, and we’re both panting hard.
“Juju…I’m dying to taste you,” I say, hoarsely.
“You are?”
I laugh against her skin at the way she squeaked.
“Is that okay with you?” I ask.
She nods, her eyes wide.
I move to her ear and whisper, “Your clit and I are gonna be best friends.”
She gasps, and I fucking love it.
“Yes, please,” she whispers.
“I’ll keep you warm,” I tell her as I duck under the covers.
As I make my way down her body, I stop to lift her sweater and kiss her breast over her bra. When I lower the lace and flick her nipple with my tongue, she hums.
“I wish I could get a better look at you. It’s too dark, but you feel so good,” I say against her chest. I go to the other side to play with that peak, and her hips arch against me. “Do you want me to hurry up?” I tease.
“Yes!” she says, squirming against me.
“So impatient.”
I move down, lifting her sweater again to kiss the skin above her jeans.
And then I slowly unbutton her jeans and lower the zipper and tug them down along with the soft material covering her up.
I really do wish it was easier to see her down here because I am dying to see what every inch of Juliana Fair looks like.
First, I slide my nose along her slit and inhale. “I can’t wait,” I tell her. “You don’t know how long I’ve dreamed of doing this. When we’re someplace warm again, I want you to rub this pretty pussy all over me.”
“I don’t know how you keep managing to surprise me, but you do,” she moans. “I had no idea you were gonna be a dirty talker.”
“I haven’t really been before,” I say. “But you’re the one I’ve been dreaming of for a lifetime, so I wanna say it all. And I want to do it all. If you’ll let me.”
She lifts the blanket up so I can breathe, and I inhale, moving my head up slightly to try to look up at her. She makes me laugh when she tugs my head back down.
I press a kiss on her clit and slide my tongue over her, groaning when I get my first taste. Even better than I imagined.
I stay there for a while, taking my time, working her up and then not letting her fully get there.
And then I start over, slowing things down and building, building, building, until she’s whimpering.
When I use my fingers and open her wider, diving my tongue in deeper, she rocks against my tongue, and one more time I take her close to the edge and then back off, starting a slow build all over again.
She’s shaking with need.
Her scent and taste are intoxicating.
I’m hard as a rock, getting off on this without her laying a finger on me.
I’m exactly where I want to be. I slide my finger inside her, while I pay attention to that little bud that’s a hard peak now.
When I put two fingers inside, she starts fluttering against me, crying out, and I have mercy on her this time and let her come.
The sounds she makes…good God. They’re the sweetest, sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard.
My fingers are soaked, her wetness sliding down my arm.
I try to follow her body’s cues of when to let up and slowly pull my fingers out, dipping my tongue back inside her gently and moving my thumb to just slightly press onto her clit.
“Oh my God, Camden!” Her hips come off the bed, and she comes even harder this time.
It’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me—making her fall apart like this.
When she lets out a shuddering exhale, her hands falling from the grip she’s had on my hair, I emerge from the covers and take a deep breath. She giggles.
“You were under that blanket for a long time,” she says.
“Worth every second.” I hover over her, pushing her hair out of her eyes, and then I kiss her, slow and deep, wanting her to experience how good she tastes.
“I want to make you feel good too,” she says against my mouth.
“I can’t even express how good I am right now,” I tell her.
My dick raises its head in defiance, but I’m trying really hard to ignore the pulsing need I feel for her right now.
She’s finally warm and sated, and when it comes to the happiness factor, so am I.
“We’ve got time, Juju. I plan to spend many more nights doing that and so much more. ”
We kiss again, and I move off of her. The room has heated up––either that or we’ve warmed each other up––but it’s still not exactly warm in here. She cuddles up to my chest, and eventually we shed one of the blankets. The windows are fogged up.
“You’re really great at that,” she says sleepily. “Crazy finger and tongue coordination.”
We laugh at that, and she goes quiet afterward.
“Sweet dreams, beautiful,” I murmur against her hair.
“I’m not sleepy,” she says.
“Such an adorable little liar.”
“Shut up and hold me,” she whispers, her lips lifting against my chest.
“As you wish.” I tuck the blanket tighter around her, both hands splayed over her back.
The motel hums. The winds rage on. Her breath evens out.
I stare at the deer over the desk.
“I’m right where I want to be,” I tell him.
It’s not where I pictured our first date ending, but I like it better this way.
Our way.